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Feb 2013
The sun casts its pallid light in the dew-damp air
Bringing no warmth to the buds that bend,
sagging under the weight
of too much oppressive moisture
Their skin glistens,
shining with the light of that
which chills them
No warmth in the dim light of dawn
Too early still to feel the heat of noon
The rosebud blooms as the bushes drown
Josh Taylor
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